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FoxShifter!Jason: *follows Batman around in fox form*
Bruce, a dog person: *brings fancy, specifically prepared food for the fox*
Jason: *tries to steal the tires from the Batmobile and gets caught* Come and catch me, ya big boob!
Bruce: *finds Jason and lifts him in the air*
Jason: *shifts into his fox form and bites Bruce*
Bruce, internally: A fox I've become attached to AND another child I can adopt...
Bruce: Do you need a family?
Jason: What
Bruce: You heard me right
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sholtaglia · 8 days
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LQG: *wings flapping* SQQ: ? LQG: *squeaking severely in Hawkish* SQQ: Ah, Liu-shidi…
This is a shapeshifter!AU, where cultivators are winged creatures, able to change forms from human-like to feral and back. I named them "luan" (a name of a mythic bird I shamelessly borrowed from chinese mythology).
Liu Qingge's feral form is inspired by hawks of different kinds and a bit by a harpy (not a mythic one, but a real bird). Also, I couldn't miss the opportunity to joke that he's just so socially HAWKward :D *sounds of crickets in the background*
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glitchedfoxx · 10 days
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A week ago on the 9th marked three whole years since I created Territorial Divide, so what better way of celebrating this AU's birthday than to update their designs? Here's Green, Blue, and Red, I'll be doing Vio and Shadow sometime in the near future
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avianii · 9 months
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Mav does not approve of said bs
part 1 - rip slider's poptart
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weathertheraine · 5 months
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A purrfect match - unacaritafeliz
"Hi Uncle Tettsun!” Nozomi says without moving an inch. “There's a kitty cat under here."
Tetsurou sighs, adjusting the heavy bag on his shoulder. There's been a dramatic increase in the number of cats hiding under homes or dumpsters or in trees lately, ever since the Kozume family's latest announcement. People have been chasing them down, knowing that whoever takes the key from the royal cat's collar will be allowed to marry the crown prince.
[Five times Tetsurou meets a cat, and one time he meets a human instead].
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I loved beta-ing this fic by the amazing @unacaritafeliz so much I had to draw my favourite scene :DD Thank you Rae! And happy birthday Tettsun!!
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owl-bones · 8 months
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shapeshifter auuuuuu
aka we befriend the bad sanses as cute little animals (and get tormented by them sometimes too) and then. idk something happens and our identities as not cute animals gets revealed. or something
the second picture's based on this video lakdsfjlksa
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Pretty Things
Powder had always loved pretty things. Shiny things, useful things, things to tinker with. She was unfortunately a bit clumsy and not always useful at getting stuff (though only Mylo ever told her off) it really ruffled her feathers, though. It left her feeling all sorts of useless.
So when she met Ekko who had a knack for finding all the best shiny things, and pretty baubles, and liked to tinker like her, and for one reason or another decided he liked her too it was a done deal. They'd be friends. And then he said her hair was the prettiest blue. She then decided they'd be friends forever.
She thought Ekko was pretty too, with his white hair that almost glowed, and with warm eyes and all his warm tones. He also gave the best hugs ever, and he seemed to want them all the time. She was all too happy to oblige. She wanted them, too.
She wondered if he heard it, how her heart would flutter every time he came by just because something he found was for her. Or when something went wrong and his arms would wrap around her and comfort would sink into her, like being wrapped in a blanket made of the warmest down. She wondered if she should tell him how it made her feel.
When she was eleven and he was twelve, he braided her hair for the first time, how calm she'd felt, content to just be for a moment. She hoped it would last forever. And she wondered, could she keep him forever with her? That peace flew right out the door when her sister flew in. “Oi, Love birds. Dinner!” The voice of her sister breaking through with teasing laughter.
‘Love birds’ Oh. Oh, why did that thought make her feel all fizzy inside?
Ekko's birthday came. She’d fretted an eternity over a gift. Only his change was so quick that she'd have to wait for him to open it. His shift had been every bit as enchanting as it was supposed to be. She blushed at how bold she'd been. But he'd looked so soft, and he was just so pretty. Ekko had given her a quick peck when she said that last remark, though his chest had puffed up pridefully. And then she'd just had to touch.
Hidden in her shared room burying her hot cheeks in her pillow, the moment returns unbidden. He'd been so, so soft, she'd stood there just running her fingers over him like some sort of hypnotised freak, what would he think of her?!
Flopping onto her back, she holds up Bunny, her sister's toy once, and now hers. Her confidant for when she was too embarrassed to talk to Vi. Powder can't wait until it's her turn to shift. She hopes she's something blue, a bluebird, or maybe a jay.
Her brows scrunched together, she raised Bunny above her head and worried out loud “What if he thinks I'm a weirdo!” Then she bit her lip and then very quietly, “Will I be as beautiful as Ekko?”
“You will be Powpow.” Vi's leaning there on the doorway to their bedroom with herarms crossed, a raised eyebrow, and a fond smirk.
“And I don't think he minded, he sure wasn't making any effort to get away. Might need to have a word with him.”
“But he did nothing!” Powder rushed out. Vi's chats or rather talon noogies were notorious. “Awe, baby sis got a crush!”
Oh, how she wishes she could fly out the window and hide in some high up place to let her escape the embarrassment.
She's thirteen today and how she'd waited for this day. Now she could finally join the others, be as fast, as graceful, as strong as them. She'd shed the feathers of the klutz and her true ones would appear. She looks to Ekko, Vi's gentle teasing from last year chirping in her ears. There’s a lovely smile on his face, the one he had when he found something particularly good, so she must be something pretty right?
“A crow!” Mylo shouts. The hope shatters. “Damn” he sniggers “Nice symbolism for the jinx.”
No, no, that can't be right. A crow, a being of bad luck. A crow, a wicked thing, not a pretty wanted thing.
Not like Vi, all fierce and great with her golden eagle self.
Not like Mylo, all strut and swagger like a pheasant.
Not like Caggor colourful and resourceful like toucan.
Not like Vander, protective and strong, the bald eagle himself.
Not like Ekko, soft and wise … and beautiful.
She didn't match. It's all wrong! Her feathers ruffled, and flight comes all too easy to her. She can't stay.
The highest tower she could find seems as good as a spot to wallow in her misery. She's as puffed up as she can be, and so consumed by her own dismay, she doesn't notice Ekko land behind her until he makes a soft noise. She looks up only to turn away again.
She hears him shift, and then the gentle touch of his fingers running over her head and back. She practically melts, he's touching her like she did him and then the sweet words soothing away her greatest fear, he saw her as he always did. "You're you." 'My friend' is what she hears, too.
He keeps running his fingers over her back, and it's wonderful. Maybe she's not too bad after all, he found her, and Ekko only ever found all the best things.
What he says next has her heart stutter, and were she human she be completely red, its the sweetest devastating blow:
“Do you know how beautifully blue you glow?
the link to 'Blue'
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finnthebunneh · 1 year
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One of my contributions for Infinity Lives: a Kurodai aus zine :) After sales open till Feb 5.
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izabelfeenix · 22 days
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Started this comic on paper a long while ago, can’t decide if I wanna continue it…
This is part of my Shapeshifter AU stuff that I haven’t told anyone about yet so
Lemme know if this is something y’all are interested in, okay byyyyeeee
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soulsoffairlight · 3 months
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FINALLY FINISHED AVI!TEETH'S REF!!! I accidentally made him look like a classic Disney villain or something and tbh? I'm not complaining, it fits his character perfectly
He's a scary little guy... but don't worry, he won't hurt you. Unless you try to hurt his band, that is. He brings joy wherever he goes! :)
[Smilers are an original species of mine, info is coming out soon! But do keep in mind this is a closed species.]
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An AU that is far too close to my heart to not have shared in the long time I’ve had it. A shapeshifter AU for TBOSAS. Specifically: the district people can shift. Capitol people cannot.
Snow thinks Lucy Gray is a songbird, it’s what everyone calls her and you know, she sings, so it makes sense right? That’s what she is right? By the end of the story he’s terrified of birds because of her. Thank @ylvisruinedmylife for this: he gets attacked by birds and hysterically begs Sejanus to help him. Sejanus is a little too busy dying on the floor laughing to do so. Why? Because Lucy Gray is a beaver. A beaver that is rolling on the floor next to Sejanus.
I have several ways this could lead to a fix-it so if anyone wants me to I’ll share them, but here’s a first one that I haven’t shared with Hannah because it just occurred to me. In this AU of mine the districts have to wear collars to prevent them from shifting by shocking them. If they are allowed to shift, the shock is manual for if they misbehave. District 3 knows how to disable the collars because tech geniuses so they have a special kind that can only be brute forced open. I am of the humble opinion that not every single person in district 3 is a genius, especially if they’re a kid, because that’s not how humans work, so Teslee and Circ are the first tributes who can disable the collars despite being kids. When they get dumped into the zoo they inform the other kids of this and, naturally, start plotting. They decide that disappearing from the zoo is a little risky so they’ll see what the arena looks like while planning for breaking out of the zoo in case that’s a no go. Then the arena bombing happens and wouldn’t you know it? There’s a giant hole in the roof! Isn’t that just awesome timing! Once they get thrown into the arena they disappear into the tunnels and our tech kids get to work. They manage to keep the collars intact so the freed tributes can put on a show and keep anyone from getting suspicious.
How do Teslee and Circ get out? Well, they have several tributes whose animal forms have some nice big teeth they’d like to try out. Snap snap, collars in half. It’s pretty easy to stay off camera as proven by nobody spotting Treech sneaking up on Teslee in the book, so even the more noticeable tributes can sneak out of the arena. By the time anyone goes in to check they are long gone.
Another version has them doing this in the zoo, which allows them to walk/hop through the bars of the enclosure and zip away no problem. The tension there is mostly peacekeepers but there’s plenty of other enclosures to hop into if anyone gets too close so take your pick.
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avianii · 9 months
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don't steal Slider's pop tart
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onedivinemisfit · 10 months
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Our little one~
I had shapeshifter on my bingo, ofc I couldn’t resist
AnS (c) Akizuki Sorata
Art: Me
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tatarthekaiju-blog · 1 year
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Them but Shapeshifter AU
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I just wanna draw kradall but them with their animal form. Doing something silly in my mind.  Bonus: Atreus the wolf roasted Heim and Freya was annoying because of this tiny hamster.
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zenzenzence · 9 months
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a Bunnyor edit I finally finished in honor of Bunny Day last week (08/02 – Ba-Ni)
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Blue
Ekko had always loved her hair, long, soft, and oh so blue. Blue caught the light a hundred different ways, blue that soothed, blue that lured. That love of blue should have been his first clue.
Sure, he himself would be clad in browns, greens and oranges, all lovely earthy tones. But to look at? Blue. Always blue.
Powder was his best friend, his cleverest friend, and his prettiest friend, too. Sure, he was only ten, but he knew. He knew they'd be two of a feather.
He wasn't quite sure how to share how he felt, but she loved gifts and hugs, and with his keen sight, he found many gifts. Things castaway by others that were still good, he had no need to keep them so she could have them and grace him with her smile. And hugs, well, he had plenty of those, and really, those were for him too. He really liked them too.
When he was twelve and she eleven, on a lazy afternoon, they were tinkering away in the room she shared with her siblings. He gave into the urge to finally touch all that blue (not like the little playful tugs that came before).
“Can I braid your hair?” he asked before the nerve left him.
“Huh?” Large blue eyes looked up at him from her project.
“Um, your hair, it's coming loose, would you like..? Could I braid it for you?"
“Oh. Yeah, that be nice.”
Gently brushing, parting, and folding her hair, the two lost sense of time. When their feathers came, it would be called preening, and bonded pairs did that for each other. The unbidden thought causing fierce heat rose to his cheeks. It left him all pleasantly tingly inside, though.
He finishes her braids and keeps the last bit in his hands. He wants to give voice to what he feels.
“Umm, Pow, I uh…”
She looks over her shoulder with a relaxed hum. Blue once again robs him of his voice, looking in those deep blue eyes he resolves again to say something.
“Oi, love birds! Dinner!” Vi skwaked then cackled, changing form as she landed on the open windowsill, shaking the last of her eagle feathers off. The spell they'd found themselves under broke as they stuttered out protests. Powder's cheeks were a bright pink, and he thought that was a very pretty colour, too.
He's thirteen, and his feathers come in. His first change is freeing, soaring high in the sky with a silence and swiftness that left him giddy. And blue, he can still see blue!
He's kept his earthy tones, and he sees Pow staring at him. He looks up inquisitively at all those gathered for his birthday from his perch on the back of a chair.
“An owl.” She breathes and reaches out to run her fingers over his feathers like she's enchanted by him. No way would he ever tell just how nice that was or how pleased he felt when her next whispered words were “You're so soft…” For once no one makes a comment, even if from the corner of his eye he sees Mylo make kissy faces and a Vi give him a sound smack over the head.
A year later, when her feathers came, nothing went the same. She's all sleek and dark and wonderfully mischievous looking, and he wants to touch her too. Is she as smooth as she looks? His fingers itch, but before he can,
“A crow!” Mylo shouts out from behind him with disbelief and something like disdain in his voice. “Damn” he sniggers “Nice symbolism for the jinx."
Powder shrinks in on herself and with a violent ruffel of her feathers takes off. She misses how her sister and Ekko call for her. How Vander turns to Mylo and tells him off.
With a glare aimed at Mylo, Ekko shifts in his takeoff run. Luckily, he knows Powder just as well as her sister does. He knows she'll find the highest place to hide.
He finds her perched atop the highest tower in Zaun, puffed up and dejected. Stuck as a bird for now, your first shift would always last a day or so before you remembered how to be human shaped again.
He lands silently beside her and makes a soft sound, almost a coo. She looks at him only to turn away from him again.
He looks at her with his owl eyes and she's not black, not truly, she's the deepest indigo blue, and when the light catches her just so electric and sapphire blue glint and shine off of her.
The colour was utterly captivating. He shifts back to his human form and settels beside her. “I know what they say about crows, but you're you. You were you yesterday, you were you today, and you'll be you tomorrow, just a bit more free. That's a good thing.”
He finally reaches his hand towards her, slowly not to startle her. She's every bit as smooth as he thought, his fingers gliding over her head and back. The puff of her feathers settled down in the trail.
Sure, many stories say crows were bad luck and should not get along with any others, but owls and crows shared so much of the same meaning. And that was the important bit as far as he was concerned.
He remembered how good her words made him feel when he first changed. With the lightest of touches, he kept running his fingers over her back. “Your feathers are so smooth”. He utters quietly and with a deep breath for courage:
“Do you know how beautifully blue you glow?"
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